You ever felt like you can’t seem to fit into any particular space? Yeah, I’m having that day. And I should have known. I mean, I literally got into a little bit of a fender bender this morning trying to fit into a parking space. Universe, you may now stop the interpretive dance of my emotions. M’kay! Thanks.
Ok, so it wasn’t exactly a fender bender. More like a bump. But I scuffed the paint on the other car. And yes, I left a note. Why? Because I fucking hate coming out of someplace and finding a scuff or notch or dent on my car, so why would I do that to anyone else.
I’ve been wandering around all day feeling awkward and like I just don’t belong. Not much of a stretch for a gigantic nerd-face such as myself, but it’s still not the most comfortable feeling in the world. It’s kind of like being Chapped, with a side of I Just Said the Wrong Thing for the Fiftieth Time. Maybe with a dash of Why Can’t I Do This?
So, anyway, I’m sort of in quiet, I have my headphones on so you can’t see me, hidey kind of headspace.
And of course, I don’t know what to say, other than it’s not you; it’s most definitely me. I just . . .
Don’t belong here.